After spending years in an abusive and draining relationship, Brittany decides to dedicate all of her time attending to herself and her daughter but what she didn't expect was to meet Jazmine Johnson. 

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"It's you" She announced softly

"So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly.

"You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

"And that scares you?" I asked but it sounded more like a statement, nonetheless, she still gave me a small nod to confirm my words.

"What's your fear when it comes to us?" I asked softly.

"That you'll hurt me, lie, cheat, change" She replied her voice small and I could tell each word she said held a memory.

"I won't, and I know that's hard for you to believe because of past experiences but I'll prove it, we can move at whatever pace you want to,"

Riptide

"Are you finished?" she asked walking towards me and I nodded looking at the sketch I had drawn of her to paint at a later date. 


"Yeah," I replied placing it next to other two I had sketched earlier and she smiled. 


"Why can't I see them?" she asked as I threw the cloth down covering them. 


"Because they aren't finished and it's a surprise," I replied and she sat in my lap, her presence enough to have my creativity awake and ready to be used. 


"Is that the last one?" she asked relaxing into me. 


"No, I wanna do one more," I replied and she lifted her head off my shoulder looking at me. 


"Do I have to go back over to the chair?" she asked softly and I chuckled. 


"No you have to get naked," I replied and she laughed 


"Jazmine you're not painting me naked," 


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